Archive for March, 2010

I felt more alive in general, bounding out of bed, and eventually, into a rhythm of painting every morning before the heat of the day really got serious. And the camaraderie, even without a shared language in many cases, was almost a given. Camaraderie, or was I just a spectacle…? In any case, inevitably there would be a whole crowd around my easel, around and behind me, discussing what I was doing, discussing discussing. Sure wish I could have understood what they were saying!

Here I am set up across the street from our hostal, Hospedaje San Jorge, on the southern edge of the street market (mercado).

This one is unfinished, from the porch of our hostal. Can’t wait to get back to work on the paintings I brought home. Twelve of them. What am I waiting for.

I don’t know how to get myself really wholeheartedly back in good old Vermont, after such an experience. Here in VT I feel very closed in, seeing so few people on a given day in comparison with the constant social settings that are very present in a city where the streets have no names, but people are right there and very present.

It might be a New England thing, that people are so very focused on their own worlds, that unless I am very aggressive about saying hello, how are you, etc, there’s just no human contact. Funny how people can go around and not even see the other people in front of them.

Maybe it’s something different altogether; I have heard from older women friends that when a woman gets to a certain age such as over 50, she becomes more or less invisible. Now that’s a cheerful thought!